tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post4690426829679518909..comments2018-01-27T05:20:29.483-05:00Comments on Oh, The Joys: PatchworkOhTheJoyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-85475191288865072402008-01-12T02:25:00.000-05:002008-01-12T02:25:00.000-05:00What a beautiful post! I can relate on several lev...What a beautiful post! I can relate on several levels here. One, my grandmother was a quilter -tried to make a quilt for each grandchild before she died as a wedding gift. I have mine but I was the last of the grandkids to get one before her eyesight went and she was no longer able to do the close needlework. But each time I see my quilt, I see, I feel, her touch; I have memories of some of the scraps of fabric in the quilt as well. And it does warm not just the body, but the soul as well.<BR/><BR/>Children, tantrums and the like though - oh my! Seems to be a stage for every age and if they skip a stage early, it seems to come to play then at a later date.<BR/>I was lucky -my kids probably luckier though - in that none of my three kids went through the ugly stuff of tantrums and such. I say they are lucky because my patience levels then were not near as finely developed as they are now at age 63. But my granddaughter -age 4 -and also autistic -has meltdowns. You ain't seen nothing till you see one of them! LOL From her, I have learned -still learning too - patience! My son says I am not the same person today that I was when he was growing up and I know he means that by the way I usually am able to deal with the granddaughter. And there, I say usually - not always -human is, you know not perfect. Discipline him for the tantrums -either than or just step over him and take care that you don't get kicked in the shins or wherever. <BR/>Raising kids - it does get better, easier to a degree and then they become teens and you have to relearn everything all over again. Or, like me, you become a grandmother. <BR/>Just take heart that tomorrow is another day, another stab at the issues, whatever they may be, and you'll muddle through it all.<BR/>Trust me!Jenihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425701332785470116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-80501207104778274442008-01-11T18:26:00.000-05:002008-01-11T18:26:00.000-05:00There is never enough mommy to go around. Hugs.There is never enough mommy to go around. Hugs.Lottahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00663817788501199975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-4348299708565385612008-01-11T10:13:00.000-05:002008-01-11T10:13:00.000-05:00What a beautiful post. Your dear grandmother must ...What a beautiful post. Your dear grandmother must have gone through the very same difficulties that you are, which probably make the knitting in the wingback chair days that much sweeter.Claire B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00672272108651345776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-69250009504265207032008-01-11T09:47:00.000-05:002008-01-11T09:47:00.000-05:00{{{ HUGS }}} to you and The Mayor.Karen{{{ HUGS }}} to you and The Mayor.<BR/><BR/>KarenNannyOgghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05058163876793685461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-49373756359603264662008-01-10T21:12:00.000-05:002008-01-10T21:12:00.000-05:00Oh, I wish I could wrap you up in one of those qui...Oh, I wish I could wrap you up in one of those quilts---three IS hard (my little guy is three and, OMG, I am at a loss). With my daughter (who had TERRIBLE insane rages), she escalated so quickly if she felt like someone was mad at her. So, I had to learn, the hard way, to just shut off my emotion and judgement and stress and anger and she would settle right now. Of course, this isn't helping me now with my son, but maybe it will help you with yours.Fairly Odd Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-75815542034773764742008-01-10T20:03:00.000-05:002008-01-10T20:03:00.000-05:00This was so beautiful.I know those types of days y...This was so beautiful.<BR/><BR/>I know those types of days you describe--they are truly awful, for everyone. Part of it could be growing pains, I think. If their bodies grow, so must their minds, too, and this must be a painful, confusing process, especially for a smart, sensitive boy like The Mayor.Aliki2006https://www.blogger.com/profile/15763865834765963343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-67650141138259331072008-01-10T16:19:00.000-05:002008-01-10T16:19:00.000-05:00My goodness, what a lovely post. I have no advice...My goodness, what a lovely post. I have no advice to give but can only offer warm thoughts and prayers to you.Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03920139418524671401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-23505716287689215582008-01-10T15:50:00.000-05:002008-01-10T15:50:00.000-05:00Do not despair on the Mayor or your mothering skil...Do not despair on the Mayor or your mothering skills (you have mad skillz!). Terrible three's are SO much worse than terrible two's!!!<BR/><BR/>I'm proud of you for taking up the knitting. I too sting from having all of my mother's knitting needles. I want to learn, but it hurts so much still.<BR/><BR/>The day will come when these tangible reminders (quilt & throw) will revert to simply bringing joy vs. pain. As grief ages we hang on to the happy times of a life well spent. I try to focus most on the happy memories. I'm glad you have so many happy memories of Granny.<BR/><BR/>The Mayor may bite his best friend next.... do not be shocked.... it will be okay! This too, shall pass. Wishing you comfort...Grim Reality Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02080844233014641611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-83802077327360229082008-01-10T15:46:00.000-05:002008-01-10T15:46:00.000-05:00I'm so sorry. I have beautiful things my grandmoth...I'm so sorry. I have beautiful things my grandmother knit too and while I'm happy about that I still grieve that she never met my son.Don Mills Divahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03733674458423525738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-30162254273890858042008-01-10T15:27:00.000-05:002008-01-10T15:27:00.000-05:00with so many other comments, not sure if this will...with so many other comments, not sure if this will make a difference... <BR/><BR/>but i saw on the Nanny show last night (ONLY episode i've EVER seen) that the small boy with aggressive temper was able to unleash it best in a karate type class... they even talked to him about the class being the only "safe" place for that type of behavior...rakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05341589380773394236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-7041698540235535562008-01-10T14:51:00.000-05:002008-01-10T14:51:00.000-05:00Hugs, Jess.Hugs, Jess.Shauna Loves Chocolatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02230467569621226082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-30553271760552017372008-01-10T13:58:00.000-05:002008-01-10T13:58:00.000-05:00Your prose takes us on a powerful journey.Your prose takes us on a powerful journey.david mcmahonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18009095220051075552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-50507054175234703212008-01-10T12:30:00.000-05:002008-01-10T12:30:00.000-05:00Maybe not today, but eventually.Be patient with yo...Maybe not today, but eventually.<BR/><BR/>Be patient with your grief.<BR/><BR/>It will serve you well later on...Trust me. I know first hand.<BR/><BR/>The mayor sounds like my daughter a year ago. I was so scared of her anger and I thought it was all my fault.<BR/><BR/>Today at just 4, she is evening out.<BR/><BR/>Hugs.~JJ!http://airmydirtylaundry.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-7851625016522300192008-01-10T11:58:00.000-05:002008-01-10T11:58:00.000-05:00It's such a bumpy road, this life.It's such a bumpy road, this life.BOSSYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12137297805742498961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-5980081559849895762008-01-10T11:55:00.000-05:002008-01-10T11:55:00.000-05:00(((hugs))) It seems fitting that your hands will ...(((hugs))) It seems fitting that your hands will do what hers did.<BR/><BR/>We're having the same 3 year old issue. Some days I think I have a budding psychopath in the house. Others, I wonder if Lithium is suitable for toddler mood swings. I posted a video of one of Hollis's violent tantrums awhile back. I understand that 3 is much worse than 2.Lawyer Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06819273107327846943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-2207811985844612842008-01-10T11:13:00.000-05:002008-01-10T11:13:00.000-05:00It is wonderful you are going to take up knitting....It is wonderful you are going to take up knitting. I'm sure a lot of it IS his age. Children are also very intuitive to our own feelings, perhaps it's some of that as well. Remember: this too shall pass.Crazehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04121865529773663081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-21865674304187157592008-01-10T08:36:00.000-05:002008-01-10T08:36:00.000-05:00We had issues with Brendon being angry, defiant, s...We had issues with Brendon being angry, defiant, short tempered.<BR/><BR/>The more time I spent with him talking about things as mundane as the weather, listening to him read me books, the storm calmed a bit.<BR/><BR/>I don't see that in Jacob, so I won't say it's a boy thing.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes kids need extra attention. Yes, it can suck the life out of us, but if it's what they need, then I'll find a way to get more life into me to give to him.<BR/><BR/>Let your granny calm him. Wrap him in the blanket she made him and tell him stories about granny and you as a little girl. I know my kids love to here my childhood stories.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11082031887238694358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-75431628024701649092008-01-10T08:19:00.000-05:002008-01-10T08:19:00.000-05:00Wonderful post. I think the problem with the mayor...Wonderful post. <BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>I think the problem with the mayor is that he is Three. My Kid is the same way and I just stand there.WILLIAMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00719470271284761917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-10491782602975474692008-01-10T06:43:00.000-05:002008-01-10T06:43:00.000-05:00Oh babe. I just read the post about your Grandmot...Oh babe. I just read the post about your Grandmother. It took a while for me to compose myself afterwards.<BR/><BR/>I was with my beloved Nanna, holding her hand as she passed away. 3 weeks to the day after my grandfather and her husband.<BR/><BR/>I know your pain.<BR/><BR/>And my Nanna was the one who inspired my shoe obsession.Kelleyhttp://magnetoboldtoo.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-45581076227945544192008-01-10T01:29:00.000-05:002008-01-10T01:29:00.000-05:00If it isn't 3 it happens at 4, as we've recently f...If it isn't 3 it happens at 4, as we've recently found out. WhooHAA! And he was such a sweet boy... I'm told it is a stage.<BR/><BR/>Your thoughts on your granny were really poignant, especially describing how you felt like your cheek had been slapped by the woman commenting on you having your granny's knitting supplies. <BR/><BR/>I would imagine knitting would be relaxing. I imagine. This said from someone who can barely sew on buttons, let alone get all fancy and knit.JCKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04582581376724478366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-87240770631884728032008-01-10T01:14:00.000-05:002008-01-10T01:14:00.000-05:00Poor little guy--life can be so tough. I'm sure i...Poor little guy--life can be so tough. I'm sure it's just a phase that will pass soon. I mean I have absolutely no basis for that comment except that I'm really hoping for your sake that it is. What do I know? :)Scribbithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03178711182424809035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-41658477898157799362008-01-09T22:59:00.000-05:002008-01-09T22:59:00.000-05:00I would trade it all for just one more day.I would trade it all for just one more day.carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04038972194323564240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-68056266948815442122008-01-09T22:42:00.000-05:002008-01-09T22:42:00.000-05:00i'm so sorry, j. i wish i were there, to take you...i'm so sorry, j. i wish i were there, to take you out, or to hang with The Mayor, or both...<BR/><BR/>xxooslouching momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-32221385244785040542008-01-09T21:31:00.000-05:002008-01-09T21:31:00.000-05:00My grandmother died in December and I miss her so....My grandmother died in December and I miss her so.<BR/>I'm not a mom, so I have no ideas about your son. You and your husband are loving, good, and thoughtful parents. He won't win!<BR/>Peace.Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08548453676205727572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22905810.post-12031767744569243682008-01-09T20:55:00.000-05:002008-01-09T20:55:00.000-05:00Good golly blogger ate my comment! Ah! That is so ...Good golly blogger ate my comment! Ah! <BR/><BR/>That is so hard to deal with and my own Godson did the same thing with his car seat too. He would be like Jeckyl & Hyde and when he flipped the switch it was like you could not get him back from the edge. He is now five and much of this has disappeared. He is still a bit sneaky and if he thinks no one is watching he is likely to try something on his sister, but that rage has really faded. His parents are very laid back in terms of disciple and once they got consistent with simple consequences for his actions he quickly responded. Mostly though I think he just matured.<BR/><BR/>I can relate to your grief and 11 years later it is still hard and I miss my Dad terribly. The thing is I don't want it to go away, it reminds me just how much I loved him. I am glad I am not a weepy puddle 24/7 anymore, but that pain is something I think I will carry with me forever - along with the smiles for course.Jeniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13100043209000589029noreply@blogger.com